"Th' reason for it is that th' cemetery o' learnin' where John's goin' t' teach is a private institootion, an' this here shack o' Jennie's is controlled by th' gov'ment.

I ain't no anarkiss, but--" "What's an anarkiss ?" interrupted Buck.
"A feller what's ag'in' th' gov'ment," explained Bill.

"You can't make me b'lieve that our Injun ain't as good as th' scholards at Jennie's emporium.

Take that potato-faced brother Jim of hers, f'r instance, that's a coyote in 'pearance an' a rattlesnake at heart.

Why, Injun's a--a--prince of timber buck too compared t' him." Bill did not know what a Prince of Timbuctoo was, and neither did the other punchers, but it sounded impressive, and served to vent his feelings against a law which affected his friend Injun--for as such Bill, and all the men in the bunk house, regarded the boy.
There may have been reasons why the Indian children were kept from association with whites.